When Zhang Qiaoan came out of the Hongxiu Shop in Maizao Lane, he felt a little heavy on his shoulders and felt very uncomfortable.

I don’t know who started today, but when talking about the story of the 19th Mother of the Fan family... it makes people sad to hear it. It is a good relationship. Zhang Qiaoan is not a tough person. Even if he feels uncomfortable, he just drinks silently and does not refute. But after drinking, he left the restaurant. When the cold wind blows, he feels his throat blocked and a burst of soreness surges upwards.

In fact, his classmates had no malice, they just didn't care.

In their eyes, the nineteenth mother was just a topic of conversation after dinner. Everyone talked about it, just a joke to pass the time.

But he was a living person, and he was gentle and kind-hearted.

Zhang Qiaoan has met Shijiu Niang, both in the capital, and the Fan family is also a big family. To be honest, everyone can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and they are still young.

Last year on the Chinese New Year, Zhang Qiaoan also met Zijiu Niang. That day, she fell in love with a lantern and stood under the lights of Fanlou, holding her cheek and flirting in thought. Zijiu Niang under the lights had gentle eyebrows and beautiful smiles. For only that moment, Zhang Qiaoan felt that the mothers and mothers were urging him to get married early were not too annoying.

If his future wife is also such a gentle and beautiful little lady, he will be in harmony with her, and have children, what's wrong with him?

Several friends thought that the little ladies were taught in the same way and were not interesting, but Zhang Qiaoan liked the upbringing and rules of the nineteenth ladies.

She is very cute.

The nineteenth mother died, but these idle people used a joke, talking about her death with a smile. Even the regret seemed so frivolous. What's even more terrifying is that Zhang Qiaoan was also one of these jokers.

After drinking, Zhang Qiaoan felt empty for a moment, and she was not feeling comfortable anywhere in her body. She didn't want to go home or look for his so-called friends. She was hesitating when she heard a series of laughter coming from the front.

"It's true. In terms of Cuju, Brother Xiaoyi's skills are pretty good. He really made a young lady beat him down."

"Not only did he fall down, he insisted on marrying someone's little wife, and he didn't participate in the Cuju competition these days. He went to his future mother-in-law's house to chop firewood and carry water to show his care, and he also made trouble for his parents to propose marriage to him."

"I think this matter can be really done. If that little lady didn't value Brother Xiaoyi, she wouldn't have competed with him."

There was a sense of relaxation and comfort in those sounds, accompanied by words, as well as the sound of cups and plates hitting, and the wonderful Sla sound. Zhang Qiaoan took a light breath and felt a strong fragrance coming from the air.

It seemed to be the aroma of barbecue, but the aroma was much more fragrant and much more tempting than the barbecue he had eaten when he went to the hunting ground.

Zhang Qiaoan felt a little hungry for a moment.

In fact, he hadn't felt hungry for a while. He didn't want to eat at home, went out to party with friends, and didn't want to eat.

At this moment, he looked at the white smoke floating not far away and smelled the smell of oil smoke. He wanted to eat it and couldn't help but feel a little new.

Zhang Qiaoan flashed a thought and walked towards the direction where the fragrance came. The two servants following him hurriedly followed him. Soon, the master and servant saw the snack stall beside the Tao.

"Is it her?"

Zhang Qiaoan paused, unconsciously feeling a little uncomfortable. He raised his sleeves to cover his face, but quickly put it down and coughed lightly.

While the colorful flags were waving, next to the long, simple and even simple oven, a young woman stood, who was the troublesome figure of the Li family.

He has seen this person in total twice.

The first time was outside the city, when he saw her riding on her own horse, he held a beauty in his arms, and his expression was cold and distant, which made him feel like he wanted to look up to him.

When I saw her the second time, she sat next to Mr. Feng Ming, and she was not cramped at all.

You know, when Zhang Qiaoan saw Mr. Yun from afar, he felt a little itchy, but he didn't dare to come forward to speak.

Although he studied, he was not very good at studying. Both of his two teachers said that no matter how much he taught, he would not be able to pass the Jinshi exam. Fortunately, his family was qualified to be a good student. In the future, he might be able to enter the officialdom with his kindness, so he would not be able to make a living.

But because he couldn't read this book well, he kept a little away from Mr. Yun. It was okay to look far away, but he couldn't help but feel guilty and short of anger when he asked him to come forward.

The young lady in front of me who was said to have come from the countryside, standing next to Mr. Yun, but her aura was eight feet tall. He even felt that Mr. Yun seemed a little afraid of her. Of course, this must be an illusion in an illusion.

The evening breeze blew, the colorful flags swayed, and the flames under the shed were burning with meat skewers, with incredible fragrance. Before Zhang Qiaoan could come back to his senses, he found himself in a long queue waiting for meat to eat. He also received a license plate from the pretty little girl as the crowd passed by and was guided to sit on the bench.

The two servants beside Zhang Qiaoan looked at each other and couldn't help but whisper: "Mr., this is not clean-"

Before he finished speaking, the pretty girl came over with a tray and brought it to the table next to them. There was also a small charcoal stove on the table, and the meat skewers were placed on it, and there were tiny oil bubbles, half fat and half thin, which looked gratifying.

The slightly rounded guest couldn't wait to grab a skewer, bite the bottom piece of meat, and stroke it down. The whole five skewers were swallowed into his mouth in one bite, slightly scalding, and the meat was smooth and tender and fragrant.

"Gudu."

The two servants stopped together, and small pieces of meat were adorned on the bamboo stick. When they saw under the fire, the golden oil dripped and clicked, as if it dripped into a person's heart.

Don’t bother with grandma’s clean or not!

The speed of the skewers was not slow. Soon, Zhang Qiaoan's fifty skewers also came to the table. He picked up one, hesitated for a while, and slowly put them in his mouth.

Although it smells very fragrant and seems to be hungry, Zhang Qiaoan has really not wanted to eat recently. He feels greasy when eating anything, and the meat becomes even more greasy - "Um."

It was not greasy at all, but it was fragrant. The full fleshy fragrance melted on the tip of his tongue, and he instantly felt a hint of satisfaction rising from the depths of his heart.

"tasty."

Zhang Qiaoan ate fifty skewers in one breath, and was satisfied with the meal. When he got home, he packed fifty skewers and handed them to the kitchen when he entered the house. He asked Lao Huang to put them on the stove and warm them up. He would eat in the court tomorrow morning.

On this day, the Ministry of Rites had to be busy with some trivial official duties. Mr. Zhang was already a little late when he left the yamen. He arrived at home and was in the middle of the sky.

After a whole day of busy work, Mr. Zhang was tired and hungry, so he asked someone to bring water. After a simple wash, he asked the servants around him to go to the kitchen to see what they could eat.

Soon, Changsui brought a handful of meat skewers, two cooked cakes and a bowl of porridge, and smiled and said, "Old Huangtou said that only cooked cakes and porridge are left today. I'll go and see, there is meat."

Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "Old Huang must have prepared this for himself."

He was not polite, and he grabbed it and ate it. After taking a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately started to eat it.

The next day, Zhang Qiaoan got up early and asked the kitchen to deliver his barbecue kebabs.

He had a dream last night that he dreamed of the strong aroma of greasy barbecue being bitten between his teeth, so he was so greedy.

After a while—"lost?"
Chapter completed!